“That dress should be illegal,” Jack murmurs, his voice muffled as his lips brush my neck in the darkness of the closet. “I can’t wait one more second to be inside you.”

My laugh turns into a gasp. He already has me pressed against the wall, his hand dipped under the dress’s bodice. If it should be illegal, then what his thumb is doing to my breast should be, too. I bite back an outright moan. “Good thing I came prepared then.”

“Hmm?” He kisses his way back up to my jaw. His other hand pulls my hips even more tightly against his. I can’t stop myself from rocking against the hard length of his cock through our clothes.

“You remember those crotchless panties you commented on the other day . . . ?”

His mouth stills. I can’t see his face, but I can tell from his voice that his expression has turned incredulous. “You didn’t.”

I smile. “I did.”

“Dear God.” He yanks up the skirt of my dress and slicks his fingers between my legs. I whimper at the contact, and he sucks in a breath. I’m wet and waiting for him. “I’ve just died and gone to heaven.”

“Please don’t die yet. You promised me you were going to fuck my brains out.”

“Right. Right. I do like to keep my promises.”

With a chuckle, he hitches me higher against the wall. I fumble with the zipper on his slacks. Between the two of us and a lot of panting, we manage to free his cock in five seconds flat. Jack catches my mouth with his and thrusts into me.

I groan into his mouth, clutching his shoulders. Yes. There. Harder. Deeper. It’s been nearly six months since the first time we made love, but he still makes everything around me disappear the moment he’s inside me.

He devours my mouth and pulls back with a groan of his own. His thrusts become more erratic. With each stroke he’s hitting my sweet spot. He works one hand down to tease my clit without skipping a beat, and the pleasure shatters through me, hard and swift, and just as good as it’s always been. I bite my lip through a moan. The closet might be dark, but sparkles are going off behind my eyes. Jack exhales raggedly and with a few more thrusts follows me over the edge.

We come to rest against the wall, both of our bodies shuddering. “There,” Jack says roughly. “Now I think I’ll survive until we make it home tonight.”

I grin. “And what do you have planned for then?”

“You’ll just have to wait and find out, darling.”

The aftershock of my orgasm is still rippling through me, but the comment sends a shiver of anticipation straight to my sex anyway. I set my legs back on the floor as Jack eases back. We straighten ourselves out as well as we can in the dark. I run my fingers through my hair. I’m pretty sure it won’t be totally obvious what we’ve been up to.

Ah, well, no one here is likely to care much even if it is.

“Back to the party?” I ask. Jack takes my hand.

We slip out of the closet and back down the hall into the bar proper. It’s the lounge where I had my first “date” with Jack, but today the whole place is reserved for us and our hundreds of guests. Congratulations on your engagements! A banner over the bar counter proclaims. Nelle Castle and a few other reporters are weaving through the crowd of happy couples, Connective, Inc. staff, and our friends.

Just a week ago, Perfect Match saw its one hundredth engagement from our matches. And by the looks of things, there are lots more to come.

“There you two are,” Seb says with a knowing smirk. He claps Jack on the shoulder. Beside him, Katie is resting her hand on her bulging belly. They’ve got a different relationship milestone to celebrate, due in just a couple of months.

“Up to more mischief?” Jill asks, appearing beside me.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I say, totally deadpan. She shakes her head with a smile.

Riley is snapping selfies near the window with her current boyfriend: the porn star turned model we used in the Perfect Match ads. She does know how to work all her angles. Warren and his girlfriend, flown in for a week from Germany, are hanging out on the fringes of the crowd, their heads tipped close together. It’s like they can’t stand to be more than an inch away from each other now that there isn’t a computer screen between them. Too cute for words.

“There’s my girl,” Barb says. She pulls me into a hug. “Marv and I are both so proud of you. Aren’t we, Marv?”

Her husband tucks his meaty arm around hers. “Absolutely.”

Jack steps up to the bar and clinks a spoon against a glass for everyone’s attention. “Matches, media, friends, and family,” he says. “It’s an honor to have you all here today, and to be celebrating a hundred engagements brought together by Perfect Match. We couldn’t have asked for a happier result.”

The crowd cheers. Jack smiles and waits for them to quiet down again.

“I have to admit, when McKenna Delaney first came to me with her business proposal last year, I was skeptical. But she had an answer to all of my doubts. Today Perfect Match is a phenomenon, the fastest growing dating app with the best success rates by far, and all because of her.” He turns to me, raising his glass. “To the next one hundred, and many more, thanks to you.”

My cheeks flush. Someone has shoved a glass into my hand. I clink my glass with his. His gaze holds mine as if I’m the only person in the room to him. The tinkling of toasts carries around us.

“To Perfect Match!” someone shouts, and someone else whoops. Everyone cheers again.

We make the rounds, mingling and making small talk. Then Jack clasps my hand and tugs me over to one of the quieter corners. He traces his fingers along my jaw. I give myself over to his kiss.

Our relationship is common knowledge now. And yeah, a few reporters made some unkind remarks about it, but they shut up after Jack banned them from all Maverick-associated events. And with the success of the app, no one’s inclined to write me off as a gold-digger now anyway.

“We’ve come a long way, haven’t we?” Jack says, still so close his nose nearly grazes mine. “Who would have thought?”

“Not me,” I say, smiling up at him. “But I’m just as glad as you to have been proven wrong.”

He sets down his glass on the nearest table. “Do you remember, way back when, when I brought you to that VR bar and then we took a stroll through Manhattan?”

I laugh. “Hard to forget that.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking.” He reaches into his jacket pocket. My heart starts to thump. “I got down on bended knee for you once as a joke. Now I’m doing it with total sincerity.”

My mouth drops open. He’s already knelt down, holding out the ring box he’s pulled from his pocket. A murmur ripples through the crowd as people start to notice what’s going on.

“McKenna Delaney,” Jack says, simply and clearly. The adoration in his eyes makes my heart flutter. “Perfect Match brought us together, if not in the expected way. Being with you is the best partnership of any kind I’ve ever had. It would be my greatest honor if you’d stay by my side for the rest of my life. What do you say? Should we make it one hundred and one?”

He pops open the lid of the box. A diamond sparkles on a gold band inside it, but I can’t tear my gaze from Jack’s face. A huge grin has split mine.

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” I say. Jack laughs and straightens up to sweep me into his arms. Whistles and whoops ring out through the room.

This isn’t a happy ending, because it isn’t an ending. We’ve got so much further to go together. But I know it’ll be happy, wherever we end up, because I’ve found my perfect match.